Back in Amsterdam, The Great City. I was planning on going out to that party in Eindhoven (remember, nothing in Holland is more than two hours away by train, excepting for some small islands in the central Atlantic which can be reached by Ariane rocket), but I needed to check my money first.
By Tuesday night I’d decided it was time to go. My finances were taking a gruesome beating, the check situation was still totally screwed up, and I figured I’d go back to Amsterdam for a few days before I headed south.
Airborne at 29000 feet, just approaching Churchill near Hudson Bay, which from the looks of things from the plane is essentially a gigantic mudflat or elluvial plain that ends in a bay the size of the Gulf of Mexico.
So I decided to do some more exploring last night. I’ve been too hyped to stay in my room (which is roughly the size of a small bathroom with bed in place of the tub anyway) but the ear infection is seriously denting my enjoyment of the experience.
I was woken up by the Beatles this morning. A wad of English People came into my room around 3pm and started disembarking, chattering merrily away in English, and more distressed by my presence than I was by theirs.